Fired (Part 11) (1678 hits)
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Submitted by FunnyAsCancer (View user info) at 2006-01-09 16:18:25 EST
Parts 1-10: http://www.ubersite.com/m/81322
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Michael slumped to the ground as the door swung open, closing his eyes as his body went limp, the lumpy wetness of the bloodied body below him breaking his fall. He tried to steady his beating heart, as the footsteps of heavy combat boots drew ever nearer, an Asiatic assailant on the way. His lungs burned with fear as the pain of atrophy halted the flow of soothing air, drowning in a room where breath was all around him, like a fish below water.
And the footsteps marched closer.
There was but one pair, heavy but deliberate, the subtle saunter of a man grown too comfortable with his job. Even while the moans of the dying filled the atmosphere around him, he slunk forward, ever pressing forward.
Finally, the footsteps stopped, mere feet away from Michael's still form. There was a metallic click, one that sent a slight snap down Michael's spine, and then a shot. Somewhere across the room, there was a gasp, as a rush of air left a man's body for the very last time. And with that, the footsteps continued on, the only other sound another click, presumably as the gun's safety was turned off once more.
Michael tensed as the soldier edged nearer, praying his convulsion was not noticeable, and that that line of sweat he felt trickling down his brow was only in his mind, a trick played by the insanity of imminent death. Just as he could take no more, there was a push on the inside of his leg, and the soldier tripped, crashing to the ground in a heap of bones and muscle.
"Chikusho!" cursed the man, muttering under his breath as he clambered to his feet. Michael's eyes snapped open as he heard a telltale click, and sure enough, the man was fumbling with the safety, as he raised the gun to fire at Michael.
He rolled to the side just as the gun went off, the bullet uselessly burying itself into the deceased body below. With a curse of surprise, the soldier threw his gun to follow Michael's movement, but by that time, Michael's own rifle was up and aimed. With a rapid ratatattat, the soldier was down, spitting blood as a crimson pool began forming on the carpet.
But before Michael had a chance to breathe, the door to the third floor flew open, and three more soldiers filled the empty space between the frame. Without hesitation, he dove over a cubicle wall just as they open fired, their guns spitting bullets like watermelon seeds on a hot summer day. The monitor sitting on the cubicle's desk began to sizzle as a slug ripped apart its complex circuiting, electricity flowing free into the stale office air. A mug shattered, spilling pencils and pens across the floor, the ink that once ran through their veins now leaking wordlessly.
Michael hefted the rifle once more as he stood to rise above the cubicle wall, as he performed his best Rambo imitation on the open door. Hammer upon gunpowder rang through the midday sun, as Michael screamed with blind intensity. However, once he opened his eyes, he saw that not only were there no dead bodies, there were no bodies at all. The soldiers had vanished, before he had even taken a shot.
The room was silent as Michael contemplated what to do. He strained his ears to listen for any noise in the room, any clue at all where the soldiers might have gone. But all he heard was the wails of those who refused to die, lying wounded in their own remains.
Then the barrel of the rifle was around his neck, as the soldier began choking the life right out of Michael. He twisted and turned, flailing like a fish out of water, trying with all his strength to break free of the cold steel's pressure, but the soldier was simply too overpowering.
As spots broke before his eyes, Michael jerked his arm downward, grabbing a Kimber from his toolbelt. He fired behind him, inadvertently causing the soldier's privates to go AWOL as the physical gun met the metaphorical. The soldier's arms went limp as the rifle fell from his grasp, his basic will to live now spattered on the ground between his legs.
Michael turned to run from the cubicle, then jumped back as a menacing blade slashed the open air before him. The second soldier entered the cubicle, wielding the knife with the flash of the greatest of sushi chefs, spinning the metal back and forth hypnotically at a speed rivaling invisibility.
Michael shot the man between the eyes before he could take another step.
Suddenly, the gun was kicked from his hands as the final combatant revealed himself from the darkness, fists and feet flailing in what appeared to be a hand-to-hand challenge. Michael inadvertently blinked at the man's speed, and got a face full of knuckles for a prize.
He cringed as the pain went shooting up through his gums, and the soldier took this chance to simply backhand Michael across the cheek, sending him spinning as the sheer force of the blow lifted him off his feet.
Blood slipped from his lip as he opened his eyes, just in time to see the man jump in the air above him. He rolled aside to avoid the crushing stomp, grabbing the soldier's leg as soon as he landed. With a jerk, Michael flung the man to the ground, where he rolled on top of the man and began pummeling with all the strength he could muster.
A kick sent him sprawling off, tumbling backwards until he finally came to rest in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows that lined the outer walls of the office building.
Both men scrambled to their feet, bracing themselves in traditional formation as round two began. The soldier dashed at Michael, his right fist cocking back to deliver what would be a bone-crushing blow.
He swung, finding only air as Michael sidestepped the blow, and in turn gave the man a roundhouse kick to the back. The extra momentum sent the soldier flying into the sheets of glass, which shattered upon his impact, raining glass in a chandelier globe before his body tumbled out into empty air.
The fall from the second floor wasn't enough to kill the man, this Michael knew, but he wasn't surprised to hear the sickening snap of bone breaking on concrete. Peering downward, he saw the man's leg bent upwards at the knee, causing the toe of his foot to rest comfortably in his navel.
"Ooh, I bet that's something he never thought he'd kneed," smirked Michael, laughing at his own horrific pun. And then he was off, to see what the third floor had in store for him.
User Reviews
Submitted by MichelleNJ (user info) at 2006-03-29 16:00:20 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
This series is definitely kickass. This part though reminded meof a scene from Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom.
"Michael turned to run from the cubicle, then jumped back as a menacing blade slashed the open air before him. The second soldier entered the cubicle, wielding the knife with the flash of the greatest of sushi chefs, spinning the metal back and forth hypnotically at a speed rivaling invisibility.
Michael shot the man between the eyes before he could take another step."
Submitted by CaptainThorns (user info) at 2006-03-29 08:21:56 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
One of the best series evar on Uber.
Submitted by Wildman (user info) at 2006-03-19 03:14:53 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
^...........^
Submitted by littledan (user info) at 2006-03-05 18:25:15 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I DEMAND MORE PARTS!
What a great fucking series...
Submitted by Brdn_Nkd (user info) at 2006-01-10 13:36:20 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
shit yeah it's coo
Submitted by Electro (user info) at 2006-01-10 09:19:08 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Why the hell isn't there a movie about this...
Submitted by Nellypaal (user info) at 2006-01-10 08:24:13 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I can't believe I'd forgotten about this.
Keep 'em coming please.
Submitted by spedmonkey (user info) at 2006-01-09 17:04:44 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Feeling a little artistic today I take it, what with all the metaphors and imagery and whatnot.
Submitted by Yes (user info) at 2006-01-09 16:55:13 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
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Submitted by Merlina (user info) at 2006-01-09 16:47:31 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
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Submitted by pizdets (user info) at 2006-01-09 16:37:17 EST (#)
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